Page 41 of Merry & Bright
Nick stepped in closer and touched Sam’s face, his thumb smoothing across Sam’s cheekbone. “Yeah,” he whispered. “The mirror wasn’t really a joke at all, not from my point of view.” He leaned slowly forward, a half question in his gaze as he did so until, at last, his lips touched Sam’s.
Oh yeah.
Nick’s mouth was warm and mobile and relaxed. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he slowly teased Sam’s lips apart with his own and slid his tongue inside Sam’s mouth.
Sam moaned at that silky invasion, taking hold of Nick’s hips to pull him closer. They were about the same height, so everything met, their chests, their hips, their thighs. Sam’s hard-on nuzzled Nick’s through their clothes as they kissed on and on, Nick’s fingers tunnelling through Sam’s hair and their tongues twining. It felt like they were breathing the same air, sharing the same body.
Nick pulled back a little and murmured against Sam’s lips, “What do you like?”
“I—oh God, anything. I just—”
“Any objection to me sucking your cock?”
“Christ, no!”
Nick laughed. He had a great laugh, low and sexy. Sam grabbed his hand and towed him to the bedroom.
It was freezing in there. The central heating was only just beginning to crank up, the sound of water creaking in the pipes the only noise except for the thudding of Sam’s heart, which he was sure must be audible; it was pounding so hard. Sam crossed the room to flick on the bedside lamp, and when he turned back round, it was to find Nick undoing the buttons on his dark shirt, head lowered to the task. Sam bit his lip as Nick shouldered the shirt off and it dropped to the floor. The man was gorgeous, long and lean with pale golden skin and the spare musculature of a distance runner.
Sam raised his hands to unbutton his own shirt, but in his excitement he was all fingers and thumbs, and as soon as he’d undone the first couple of buttons, he yanked it over his head, throwing his favourite, ridiculously expensive shirt onto the floor like a rag. Then he paced towards Nick, reaching for his belt to pull him in and begin unfastening his trousers.
Nick groaned as Sam delved inside his loosened clothes to take hold of his shaft. He thrust up into Sam’s hand, his cock hot and hard, while he fumbled to undo Sam’s trousers in turn.
Sam kissed Nick, hard, while Nick shoved their clothes down, and then, finally, their naked cocks were nudging and bumping, and they began grinding against each other, the friction intensely pleasurable, intensely exciting.
“I want to be naked with you,” Sam gasped into Nick’s mouth. “Come to bed?”
Nick looked dazed, his lips swollen. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Naked sounds good.”
They shucked off the rest of their clothes and crawled in under the covers, coming together for another deep kiss, bodies plastered together. It was strange, but Sam felt no first-hook-up awkwardness with Nick. Perhaps it was because they already knew each other, if only a little. Perhaps it was because Sam already liked Nick.
After another minute or two of kissing, they shifted so that Sam was on his back, Nick straddling his hips. Nick looked Sam over with hooded eyes, sliding his warm hands over Sam’s torso, and Sam shivered under him.
“I want to suck you,” Nick muttered, and Sam moaned his agreement.
Nick trailed soft kisses down Sam’s body. By the time he reached his dick, Sam was trembling with want and need. He held his breath as he waited to feel Nick’s beautiful mouth on him, quite sure that Nick would be as good at giving head as he was at everything else.
He wasn’t wrong.
As Nick’s mouth worked him, Sam slid his fingers into the man’s hair, tugging him a little, eliciting a muffled groan of pleasure. He tried not to clutch too painfully, or fuck too blindly into Nick’s willing mouth, but it wasn’t easy. Nick’s grip at the base of his cock was strong and sure, the silken slide of his mouth and willing pulse of his warm throat unbelievably good. He gave amazing head, and it was all Sam could do not to explode in the first couple of minutes.
“Turn around,” Sam gasped. “Let’s sixty-nine. I want to taste you too.”
Nick mumbled his enthusiastic agreement round Sam’s cock, and then he was pulling off with a long, lascivious suck that dragged another groan from Sam’s chest.
Nick shoved the bedcovers impatiently out the way, letting them slide to the floor, and the two men met in the middle of the bed for another of those gut-wrenchingly-deep kisses.
“God,” Nick gasped when they paused to draw breath. “I’ve been wanting this for so long. Since the first time I saw you.”
Sam stared into Nick’s dark eyes, astonished by that confession. He couldn’t think how to respond. In the end, all he said was “I really want your cock in my mouth.”
It was a relief when Nick just laughed.
“Come on then,” Nick said, guiding Sam down so that he lay diagonally across the white expanse of the bed before settling himself down the other way around. And then they were reaching for one another, shifting closer, slotting their bodies together.
The delicious push-pull of sixty-nining began. Sam loved this. He loved the head-fucking craziness of sucking and being sucked simultaneously, the strange synchronicity that would set in, then fall away again as his brain struggled to find the connection between what his mouth was doing and what his cock was feeling. He loved the moments when the sheer intensity of the pleasure had his dumb animal brain shorting out. That was when his mouth would slacken with sudden inattention, and then he’d have to a scramble to get back into the game, maybe by deep-throating Nick’s shaft, or swirling his tongue around his frenulum, or drooling over his balls. And then it would be Nick’s turn to lose focus...
Yeah, he loved it all. Loved his face being fucked and the scent of Nick’s body all around him. The feel of Nick’s smooth skin under his hands. He loved the sounds Nick was making on the other side of the bed, muffled and desperate, an ocean away, yet so very close. Nick’s cries, as the wave came for them both. The wave that crested, deep in his body, before flooding out of his cock. Out of his cock and into his mouth—a different flood of saltwater there, Nick’s come—but still briny and good, familiar and new at once.